Sometimes I think about how beautiful it is that humans sing despite it all. That through suffering, we still sing. How even on the worst of days in the world, there were still people singing. The way a mother sings a lullaby to her crying baby to soothe her. Or the way sailors sang sea shanties out even on choppy oceans to build a sense of familiarity and camaraderie as they worked. Or how even in the depths of the earth, coal miners sing. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing about the human spirit? That we found a way to reach each other in the darkness. To let each other know through song, that do not worry, I am here. Let us sing together and ease each others fears.
- Nikita Gill
{Quotes by : Alain de Botton from Essays in Love/ excerpted from Eden Robinson's "Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted, in Brick Literary Journal}
ME
having a tumblr blog is like being the curator of my own personal museum of mental breakdowns and special interests
is anyone gonna be insatiably lustful for my freak
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hey sorry if i was offputting and strange and bizarre and weird as fuck last night i was just being myself
me clinging to the warmth & comfort of her soul
2007
me ripping my organs out because why does this even matter
Life’s all fun and games until. Disorder
even though it sucked it got me to the amazing people i have in my life now it changed my mindset it allowed me to be more understanding of others it gave my sympathy it let me love
“When I accept myself I am free from the burden of needing you to accept me.”
— Steve Maraboli
i like to write random messy words and repost things that are so me!
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